this is how REAL Gator men did it ! Wake up no later than 11:00 AM Saturday morning to shake off the massive hang over from the night before. The cheap bourbon came from Ruby's down at the Marion County line ( Hog Town was dry !) and every fraternity had a brother who helped pay his way through school making a liquor run for everybody on Thursdays. After a quick shower and a beer it was off to pick up our dates and then down to the frat house for Bloody Mary's and pre game brunch. Next came more bourbon or martinis and a leaving a little time to pack the cooler, for which we had secured a student ticket in the Fraternity bloc. Then rounding up the pledges who were assigned to carry it ( the cooler was quite heavy ) to Florida Field so our dates wouldn't have to. We needed to conserve our strength to make it until at least halftime. Once inside the stadium ( the old temporary East stands ) we set the cooler up between the two couples in its assigned seat and commenced to mix Martins and bourbon and cokes. Yes, those were the days before liquor checks...we carried everything in that we would need for the next 3 1/2 hours or until we passed out. Too much whiskey was not a problem as the East Stands were built as open scafolding so all one had to do was puke right down between the floor boards. Now taking a leak was a far more serious matter....hardly any restroom facilities. I have fond memories of a hundred or two guys crowded around a 55 gal. trash barrel screening for the guys on the inside who were whizing in the barrel. It seemed like an eternity waiting to get to the inside and use the barrel. I do not remember what the ladies did to relieve themselves in those days....But the ones who passed out were hoisted above the crowd and passed around the stands. Thanks God the games started at 1:30 so you had from 4:30 until about 9:00 PM to semi-sober up before the bar opened at the post game party. I never could remember what happened to most of my dates but no one cared as the Florida Coeds in those days were either dogs or if they were a five they got so much attention they thought they were 9 1/2's ! If one wanted to stay conscious and get a last minute date with a nine or higher coed on a Friday or Saturday night you hopped in the car and headed for clown town. Gorgeous girls were dateless every weekend and the guys at FSCW were such wussies. Some things never change. The highlight of one football weekend was Dick Skelley & Bob Hoover ( UF Halfbacks ) chopping off Albert's tail with a hatchet ( real men.) Albert was a live Gator who, in those days, lived in a pen in front of the Century Tower. He finally died from swallowing beer cans caring students tossed in the pen. I have almost no recollection of Sunday mornings as I usually slept until the hangover began to subside....aroung 3:00 PM. Then there was the time Dean Hale, the Dean of men called me into his office and said my dad ( unbeknownst to me they were fraternity brothers ) had asked him to keep an eye on me. Dean Hale said he had been doing just that and after watching my last two years at UF did I ever consider a stint in the Marine Corps. ? That meant a quick trip to Nam in 1960 so I decided to shape up. I quit partying Sunday through Thursday nights and concentrated on weekends only. The grades shot up and the draft board was held ay Bay and I still got SH#T FACED every weekend....especially when there was a football game. God it was Great being at UF when Ted's, The Thirsty Gator and Gatorland all served 3.2 beer. You could drink so much more ! Even now, my head aches a little every time game day rolls around even before that first cold one. Nostalgia I suspect. I don't drink Bourbon anymore haven't been able to stand the smell since college days. Now Scotch is another matter. Even though Florida Field ain't the same it ain't all bad....Go Gators !